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Here's the next installment. Oh no. I'm almost a "bed wetter"! No fair no fair!

Chapter 4: Library.

Chris sulked in his step-mother's arms. Despite being in a clean diaper, the recent memory of soiling himself and being changed in the parking lot had yet to fade away. The first diaper change this morning had been near heavenly, yet the second one - though near identical- had been amazingly awkward and embarrassing. Maybe because the first one had been expected as part of his fantasy, yet the second one hadn't.

Granted, he expected to be changed after pooping his pampers, but the pooping itself had been unanticipated till it was too late to turn back. In front of his sisters, no less. Not for the first time, Chris wondered if this was a dream concocted by his imagination. He certainly didn't beat off to his sisters, that's for sure. Yet they were here, babying him right beside his step-mother.

The little hairs on the back of Chris's neck stood on end as Roxanne carried him into the Library and the automatic doors whooshed open. Someone had turned the air all the way up, and the arid chill inside the building contrasted harshly with the humid heat outside. He shivered a little bit, and Roxanne gently rubbed his back.

Soon, Chris could see row after row after row of books. Hardly surprising, all things considered, but Chris half-way expected the books to be bigger too, so many other things were. Chris looked around as Roxanne carried him, looking for her daughters. She was moving too fast for Chris to pick out any of the individual books, but the posters of Babar and Curious George to his left and the cardboard cutouts of Edward Cullen and Boba Fett to his right told Chris that they were likely in the children to tween section of the library.

"Roxanne?" a voice called out. Roxanne stopped, and looked around. A woman in a pink Minnie-Mouse shirt, maybe a little younger than Roxanne, holding a little girl by the hand was walking towards them. The little girl wore a matching T-shirt. Oh God...she was one of THOSE moms.

"Oh my gosh, Barbara?" Roxanne replied in recognition.

" Hiiiiiiii!" both greeted in unison as they met.

"It's been ages!" the other woman, Barbara exclaimed. Then Chris heard an audible gasp. "Roxanne? Is that Christopher?" Chris could feel his heart stop. Did whatever was making his family see him as a baby not afford him the same protection from strangers?

"Yes it is," Roxanne nodded, oblivious to her friend's gasp. "Getting big isn't he?"

"Getting big?" Barbara's voice echoed through Chris's head. "He's a grown ass man! Why are you holding him like a....is that a diaper he's wearing? Oh my God Roxanne, you are sick. Sick!" That's what Chris expected to hear.

What he heard instead come out of Barbara's mouth was, "I know, right?! I almost didn't recognize him!" Chris's heart started back up.

"And Angela has gotten so big too!" Roxanne said, indicating the little girl beside Barbara. The little girl, waved shyly and then hid behind her mother.

"I know! Time just flies, doesn't it?" Barbara remarked, "She starts Kindergarten next year. It seems like just yesterday she was just a baby." The little girl peeked out from behind her mother, staring at Chris.

"Time does fly," Roxanne confirmed. "Do you happen to know where my girls got off to?" she asked, changing the subject. "They bolted in here while I was changing Chris's diaper."

"ROXANNE!" Chris shrieked. "PRIVATE!" Why did people do that regarding young children? No one else needed to know that Chris had just recently used his pants as the ultimate porta-potty.

"Babies wear diapers," the little girl, Angela, said solemnly. "They don't how ta use the potty." Chris couldn't help but blush a little bit.

"That's right, honey." The girl's mother praised. Then she leaned in close to Roxanne and whispered so that only Roxanne and Chris could hear. "She's been a little obsessed with babies lately. I think she's hinting that she wants a little brother or sister." Both women laughed. Chris only rolled his eyes at how he was now practically invisible in conversation.

"Well, if you're gonna have another," Roxanne replied, "you might as well do it sooner than later. You don't want to get out of practice."

"Oh, I know." Barbara agreed.

"Sammy wasn't even all the way out of diapers when Bri came along, so the routine didn't stop. Buuuut-" Roxanne playfully looked at her step-son on her hip. "-when Chris was born, I had gotten used to big kids, and I had to get used to all the baby stuff again."

"Hey," Chris said defensively, "it's not like I wished for....never mind." All Chris got was a quick round of cooing in reply.

"Mommy," Angela said tugging on her mother's hand, "I could pretend to be a baby to help you practice." Barbara bent over to look her daughter in the eye.

"That's sweet, Angie, but I'm happy with you being a big girl."

"I know!" Roxanne chimed in, "Why don't we set up a playdate? Angela can get an idea of what it's like to be a big sister, and you and me can catch up on old times!"

"That's a great idea," Barbara agreed. "Plus, I can get a little refresher on babies."

Roxanne chuckled, "Very few things are 'fresh' around this little guy." Chris could only grumble as Barbara laughed in agreement.

"Okay, we'll call you later," Barbara said by way of exiting. Chris hoped she forgot.

"Okay, see you later!" Roxanne called back. She turned to Chris. "Now where did your sisters get to?" Clearly this was rhetorical. Chris was getting used to rhetorical questions. At least in most of the stories he read online, the main character wasn't alone in their babified state.

They were either babified in some kind of prison (nope), being mentally regressed (um....not sure but for the most part nope), being physically regressed (unless his mind was just picturing himself as an adult to cope, nope), being purposefully babied by cruel parents as an overblown punishment (nope), or reality had altered (check) where everyone his age and younger was treated like a baby (nope). Though there was that one story where the girl's wish kept getting misinterpreted and twisted so she was being treated younger and younger and nobody seemed to notice. (Bingo) Damn. Chris read a lot of infantilist porn.

Samantha wasn't all that hard to find. Chris instantly spotted her sitting on the floor by the shelves, her nose buried in a book with a "Warrior Cat" or some such tween nonsense on the cover.

"There you are," Roxanne said, "Found what you were looking for?" Samantha just nodded as she continued to stare and turn the pages. "Where's Brianna?" Roxanne asked. Samantha just shrugged her shoulders, engrossed in her book.

Roxanne sat Chris down besides his sister. "Look after your little brother, while I go look for Bri." Roxanne said before heading off.

"Kay kay," Samantha said absentmindedly, still hypnotized by the words on the pages. Chris heard his pants crinkle as he shifted his weight. Samantha got like this sometimes, and there was no polite way to get her out of her trances. No polite way.

"Damn," Chris leaned over, "how the hell did you get to the middle already?" Samantha ignored what must have been incoherent babble. "You're gonna need another book before we leave at this rate? Are these even on your reading level?"

"Love you too, Chris," was the bored reply he got. Chris gritted his teeth. What was the point of being rude when no one could understand your snark? Then Chris was struck by inspiration.

FWAP!

Samantha's book fell to the floor, as Chris smacked it out of Sammy's hands. He smiled smugly as it tumbled out of her grasp. Samantha just sighed and picked up her book again and began reading it again.

FWAP!

Samantha turned and looked Chris in the eye. "What?" she asked incredulously.

"Your mom told you to look after me." Chris said, "So LOOK after me." He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. Sammy rolled her eyes, and smiled despite herself. It was hard to stay mad at a baby.

"You want me to read to you, baby bro?" she asked. Chris nodded. "Then hold on, I'll go get you a book you'll like." Without a further word, Samantha sprung to her feet and trotted off towards the posters of Dr. Seuss.

Wow...talk about irresponsible. Leaving her baby brother all alone. Hmm, how much of a baby was he? Time to experiment. Chris shifted his weight again. He could sit up on his own. Good. Chris rolled over onto all fours and took a few tentative crawl-steps. Easy enough. He was at least a crawler. Good. Chris leaned over and grabbed the nearest book shelf. Time for the big test.

Chris pulled with all the might in his arms and pushed with all the might in his legs. Slowly. Very slowly, he stood. Chris grunted and strained as he lifted himself to his feet. He felt like he was about to break into a sweat. He feared briefly that he might poop his pants again. Finally, still clutching the shelf as a support brace, chris could feel the floor touching his bare feet. HE WAS STANDING.

Chris imagined he was He-Man, he felt so strong. (I HAVE THE POOOOOOWER!). He threw his hands up into the air in celebration. Suddenly, he felt very wobbly. Images of Bambi on the ice flashed through his brain as his legs gave out and he tumbled back onto the Library floor.

In his fantasies, this would normally be the part where he started tearing up, humiliated by his lack of coordination and just how far he'd slipped into infancy. Yeah...nope

"Heheheheheheeeheeeheeehohohohohoho!" Chris giggled in glee. Damn, fantasy or not, this was awesome! Chris calmed down. From what he remembered of the girls' infancy, he figured he was somewhere between 6 and 9 months old. Old enough to crawl around with ease and stand with support, but walkinng was still a no go.

Samantha came back with a book, and sat down beside Chris. Chris recognized the cover instantly. Her sister definitely had a thing for cats lately. She opened the book and pulled Chris closer, not quite in her lap.

"The sun did not shine," she said, "it was too wet to play, so we sat in the house all that cold cold wet day." Classic. Classic. Chris leaned over to get a look at the book. He pretty much knew it by heart, but he wanted to get a look at the pictures.

Chris's eyes bugged out of his head. The words. The words didn't make any sense. They looked like some weird cross between Chinese, Sanscrit, Hebrew, written Braile, and High Elvish. In other words, ito Chris's eyes it was complete chicken scratch.

Chris stopped looking at the pictures and listening to the story and started focusing on the written words. Samantha "helpfully" traced along the scribbles with her finger. The way she read didn't make sense. Sometimes she was going left to right, other times she went right to left. Sometimes it was top to bottom, others it was bottom to top. On one page, the one with Things One and Two, her finger traced a counter clockwise spiral. He could feel his breath getting shorter and shorter. He was on the verge of hyperventilating.

This must be some trick his brain was playing on him. It had to be. Chris vaguely remembered from his basic psychology classes that the side of the brain responsible for dreams was different from the side of the brain responsible for reading. Or maybe that was an episode of "Batman". Logically, this was evidence that Chris was still dreaming. His breathing started to slow as he reasoned the situation out. Then again, logic had little to do with this situation.

That's when Brianna walked up and wordlessly took a seat on the floor next to her siblings. Based on the cover filled with sketches, Chris guessed it was a "How To Draw" book, though he couldn't be sure based on the writing. Strange markings surrounded the covers perimeter like Nordic Runes. Hyper Dislexia.

"Hi Bri," both Chris and Samantha said in unison, though only one of them could be understood.

"Hi," Brianna said, more to Sammy than to Chris. She plopped down next to Chris so that he was sandwhiched between the two of them. Chris smiled to himself. In another world, he'd be guarding them.

"You know Mom is looking for you, right?" Samantha asked her sister. Brianna just grunted in reply and shrugged. Samantha shrugged in reply and slid the kiddie book into Chris's lap. "She'll find us eventually," she concluded before going back to her own book.

Within moments, his youngest sister was busy flipping through the pages of the art book and paying him no mind.

"Second verse, same as the first," Chris laughed.

FWAP!

Bri's book tumbled to the floor. She picked it up.

FWAP!

Again, Bri paid no mind and picked the book up again. She always was the more stubborn of the two.

FWAP!

Brianna picked up her hardcover drawing book and looked Chris dead in the eye.

WOMP!

Ow! Ow! Ow! The hell? Bri had taken her book and practically slammed it flat on top of Chris's head. That had hurt. Alot.

"Must...not...cry..." Chris whispered through gritted teeth. "Won't...even...leave...a bruise." His vision blurred as he started to whimper and cry against his will. "That fuckin' hurt..." he murmured. Sammy's arms were enveloping him in an instant. His head was in her lap as she started shushing him and petting his head.

"It's okay, Chris, it's okay." She shushed, "Bri!" she scolded, "What was that about?!"

"He hit my book," Bri said matter-of-factly.

"So you hit HIM?" Samantha asked, her voice raising.

"Yup." answered Brianna, not raising her voice.

"Bri! He's just a baby!" Samantha started to shriek, "He doesn't know what he's doing and he's not as strong as you."

"Dumb baby." Bri grunted as she started to open her book again.

Still smarting from the bop on the head and pissed at being called "dumb", Chris raised his right hand and gave Brianna the one finger salute. "Fuck you," Chris declared. Brianna's eyes widened in recognition. Apparently nothing in this dream had changed the meaning of THAT little gesture.

"Ooooooh. I'm telling," Bri announced as she stood up.

"Pffft! He's just a baby," Samantha rolled her eyes.

"I'm telling on you!", Bri said before sprinting away.

"What?!" Samantha yelled in disbelief before leaping to her own feet. "Stop! Come on Chris, let's get her."

Chris found himself suddenly under his little sister's arm and bouncing up and down as she chased after Brianna. "Whoah, oah, oah oah, whoah!" he yelped. Despite being nearly twice her size and easily double her weight, she was carrying him like a football.

Chris strained and squirmed, but it was no use. He craned his ned up to see where they were running too. Uphead was Roxanne with Brianna already pestering.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mama, Mama, Mama, Ma-" she said.

Roxanne held up her finger, and Brianna stopped. Roxanne looked to Samantha. "Samantha," Roxanne said in a concerned and stern tone, "that's no way to carry your baby brother."

"Oh, sorry, Mom," Samantha said, before righting Chris and placing him on her hip, supporting his diapered butt with her hand. This was just ridiculous. Even being carried by her, Chris was still easily a head taller than her while sitting.

Roxanne looked back down to Brianna. "Now what did you want to tell me?" she asked Brianna.

"Chris flipped me off." Brianna said curtly. "He stuck up his middle finger at me."

"Samanthaaaaa..." Roxanne narrowed her eyes.

"What?" Samantha asked defensively.

"What have we talked about being a good influence on your little brother?" It was less of a question and more of an accusation.

"He didn't learn it from me!" Samantha insisted.

"Actually," Chris smirked, "I kinda taught it to her."

"And," Samantha went on, "he only did it after Bri smacked him in the head as hard as she could with a book!"

"No I didn't!" Bri proclaimed her innocence. Chris wasn't letting Bri get away with this. He stuck out his lip and made it tremble as he rubbed the top of his head where he was hit.

"Briiiiii...." Roxanne warned.

"Well," Bri took a big breath. "It wasn't as hard as I could."

Roxanne just sighed and took Chris over from his little sister. She briefly inspected the top of his head.

"Well, he doesn't seem too hurt. But you gotta be careful around him." Roxanne chided her daughters. "AND," she added, "you need to watch your language and what you do around him. He sees and hears more things than you think he does." (Damn straight). "We're going to have a serious talk about this later girls, but we're running late."

Chris could see the look of panic drain from his sisters' faces. Both girls let out a sigh of relief as they started walking to the checkout. "Later" in Roxanne-eese usually meant "Never". Way to go busy schedule and overhwelmed parents!

"Let's go girls," Roxanne called out as they exited back into the parking lot. "We're gonna meet Daddy back at the house for lunch."

Uh-Oh.

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This story is hilarious!, i think his sisters are both really cute...and bratty.

Besides he was being a pest.
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Good. Chris is tottering ... not between sitting and standing, but between loving the fantasy and hating the reality. He's embarrassed and humiliated, but he's also acting like the baby he is in the fantasy. The contrasts are being drawn very well.

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I personally love the trope of "Everyone is crazy, but I'm actually complete normal." Even better when the normal person is the one who wanted the crazy in the first place. This is underutilized aspect in ageplay writings. Fantasy is great, but conflict is better reading.

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A few notes before posting the next chapter.

1. OMG. CS Fox? THE CS Fox? YOU DO EXIST! I feel like I have awoken one of the OLD ONES from their slumber in the ancient city of Ryleh and now the Eye of Sauron is staring down at me from the peaks of Mordor. (Sorry, FTT was the first AB/DL site that I found and visited with any regularity.) Thought I got all the geekouts out of my system the first tme around with Dante's Infanzia. Apparently I was wrong.

2. My apologies to all of my fans/friends/supporters/peers/fellow writers/etc. I've gotten less active and less thankful on this thread, for a variety of simple but shallow reaons.

A. My wife, Mamalias, has been hogging the iPad, and so it's been hard to get it long enough other than a quirky comment or two, and thus this story has progressed more slowly than I had hoped.

B. I've been trying to avoid reaching my 100th post here cuz "WAAAAAAH! I DON'T WANNA BE A BEDWETTER. I was fine with being a toddler and wetting during the day too.

But I'm biting the bullet now, so don't expect me to shut up anytime soon.

3. Messyman, you wondered if I was going to finish Bagman. Well, you'll have to be patient but I fully intend to. I might even work the character in this story down the road...don't no how....no promises...but being a comic fan having an extended story universe is kind of a knee jerk reaction. PM me some time if youd like.

4. Lastly, thank you to everyone who has been reading this so far and commenting. So far, for this story, this board has been particularly good to me in regards to specific and constructive feedback. More of it is welcomed and appreciate. I just wanted to take the time and give my sincere thanks to this community. Now on with the show.

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Chapter 5: Lunch with Dad

It was eerily quiet on the car ride home. The girls were both burrowing into their respective books, Roxanne was focused on driving, and only a Raphey CD played for Chris's benefit broke the silence. Christopher Cole IV wasn't listening though.

Instead, Chris sat silently in his giant car seat, contemplating the upcoming lunch with his father. When he had woken up this morning (to his delight no less) as a giant baby, Chris hadn't figured the fantasy would last this long. Everything from after he was carried out of a macro-sized nursery had been a surprise at this point.

Most of the stories he read online were either intensely intimate and private, or intensely public and humiliating. This had been both and neither at the same time. It had been intimate at the beginning, and became increasingly public. Then again, his sisters (who had not been part of the original fantasy script) had cared for him out of a sense of responsibility and knowing they'd be rewarded for it by their mother. There was nothing wrong with that, and Chris remembered sitting for the girls when he was in middle and high school due to similar obligations and selfish motivations-it didn't mean he hadn't loved his little sisters.

But in the stories, the baby was always the center of everyone's world, either to the delight or the chagrin of the main character being regressed or babied. This morning, he had definitely been babied, but was otherwise being ignored provided he stayed quiet, much like the real deal.

Furthermore, while the public change in the parkingllot had been humiliating; it had been a private and rather low key humiliation, as had the rest of the public outing. It wasn't like he was being carted around and people were gawking or laughing. It's not like his babyishness was being pointed out constantly and mocked. Instead, his humiliation was his own and was neither purposefully provoked or prolonged and went unnoticed. So perhaps the word "humiliated" was a bit hyperbolic. "Embarrassed" was a more apt description.

That brought Chris to his current predicament: His father. Chris had a slightly complicated relationship with his dad- him having the hots for his step-mother not withstanding. Their relationship wasn't cold and distant or hot and tempered. It had been lukewarm for as long as the young man could remember.

As a pre-med student, Chris was becoming the next chain in a long line of "Dr. Cole"s. He had that much in common with his father; and that's where many of the similarities ended. For some reason, the Cole men had a well deserved reputation for making stoic and tight-lipped look gregarious. The opening scene from almost every episode of "King of the Hill" with the four men drinking beer and saying "yup" was more talkative than Dr. Cole.

Relatives on Roxanne's side of the family would always joke that Dad's tombstone would read: DR CHRISTOPHER COLE III M.D. DIDN'T COMPLAIN, DIDN'T EXPLAIN.

One of the few things that Chris's father actually got talkative about was his job. Chris supposed that was one of the many reasons why he had been studying to become a doctor. Yeah, it was kind of expected of him like a family business, but more importantly it would give him and his dad something to talk about beyond the initial handshake, "Hello", and "How's School?".

In this current situation, Chris wouldn't even get that much. Chris thought back to when the girls were little and seemed to remember Dad doing his fair share of cooing and playing with them; but did he really want that? Being infantilized by his step-mom was both erotic and oddly comforting. The same treatment by his little sisters was at least kind of fun in that he now had the opportunity to pay them back for some of the heck they put him through. Granted that didnt work out so well with Bri- but he still got to experience being the sibling without responsibilities or expectations. Did he really want that same experience with his father? To be gushed over and treated like...well a baby?

More than anyone else, Chris had intended to hide his fetish from his father; his role-model of manliness. How humiliating and emasculating would it be to be found out like that? No, he didn't consider himself a "sissy" in the ab/dl sense of the word....though he doubted few people outside the ab/dl community would make that distinction. He imagined that his father would have preferred to hear "Dad, I'm gay." over "Dad, I want to be treated like a baby." There were plenty of gay people out in the world who for all intents and purposes were still as conservative, white-collar, and WASPy outside of the bedroom.

Chris considered himself very open minded, liberal, and accepting of others. You kind of had to be if you had a fetish- in his mind anyway. It would have been hypocritical of him to take a stance like "I may like wearing diapers and sleeping in cribs, but at least I don't have sex in a bear costume." or even "I might pretend to be a baby, but at least I pretend to be a baby boy" Instead Chris had inwardly and outwardly resolved to take the stance of "I don't get the appeal myself, it's not my thing, but more power to you if it makes sense and appeals to you as long as you're not hurting anybody." Isn't that how life in general should be? But at the same time, Chris couldn't bring himself to out himself or become anything more than a passive head nodder activist. He had had nightmares about being outed in front of his father and just silently stared down as something less than a man in his father's eyes- something less than human even.

As the car pulled into the garage, Chris had the distinct feeling that this was going to be one of those nightmares. Logically, whatever mechanism was making the whole world see him as a baby should also affect his father, but logic dictated that none of this should be happening in the first place.

Chris felt his diaper squish as Roxanne picked him up and it crinkled a little less loudly than before. Sometime during the car ride home Chris had wet his pants and hadn't taken the time to realize it or enjoy it. He hoped that meant that Roxanne would change him again, if only to buy more time before the inevitable occurred. Maybe he'd wake up sticky and in his own bed right as the new diaper was being taped into place. At this point though, Chris would have settled for waking up in his own bed having accidentally wet and pooped in his sleep.

No such luck though. As they entered the house through the garage, Roxanne took a left towards the kitchen instead of the right that would have lead to the nursery. Chris took a deep breath, whether to brace himself or to start wailing as a distraction, he wasn't sure, but by the time he had inhaled it was too late. Standing in the kitchen, dressed in his typical "casual wear" which meant slacks, belt, loafers, button up shirt and NO tie, was Chris's father- Dr. Christopher Cole III, M.D.

The apple didn't fall far from the tree in regards to looks. Father and son looked very much alike. Similar facial structure, nose, even eye color. But while Chris wore his chestnut brown hair in almost a mop-top, Dr. Cole kept his hair this side of buzz cut. Either Dad had aged well, or he had found a hair dye that matched Chris's particular hair perfectly. But who the heck dyed a buzz cut?

Also like father like son, neither of the Cole men had a beard. Facial hair was not a strong suit in the Cole family. Cole had tried growing out a full beard his freshman year of college and after weeks was rewarded with only a patchy and discolored goatee that combined with his mop top to make Chris more than resemble a certain cartoon character that was constantly being chased by ghosts along with his talking Great Dane. Dr. Cole wisely kept his professional look clean shaven.

"Hi Daddy", Samantha said looking up from her book.

"Hi Dad," Brianna echoed.

"Girls," their father said in acknowledgement, "went to the library I see. Get any good books?"

"Yeah." they both said before trotting off to the dining room table. Maybe Chris was the oddball in the family and it just wasn't normal to talk more than a few words a a time.

Dad laid eyes on Chris and walked up to him. Chris braced himself and bit his lip in nervous apprehension. "There's my big boy!" Dad said with a big smile on his face. He tousled Chris's hair and looked to Roxanne. "What's for lunch?"

Wait. That was it? All that for nothing? Sheesh, that was about as terrifying as it was rewarding and reaffirming....it wasn't.

"Well we have plenty of fried chicken left over from a couple of nights ago," Roxanne said. I figured we could reheat it and have the rest for lunch."

Chris's dad nodded briefly, then said "Don't worry about it. Tastes better cold than reheated." He gave Roxanne a peck on the cheek and went over to the fridge.

Chris found himself being carried over to the dining room, as Sammy drug the oversized high chair to the table with one hand. Roxanne patted his crotch and squeezed the front of his diaper. "You'll be okay till after lunch." she told him as she buckled him into the high chair.

Chris's mouth began to water as Dad returned to the table with a tray of refrigerated fried chicken. He licked his lips absentmindedly. Surely they'd give some to him, even if it was cut up into little pieces. Samantha giggled a little bit, she seemed to pick up.

"Mom, I think Chris wants some fried chicken too," she informed as Roxanne returned with a plastic bowl and spoon in hand.

"Well, I think he might still be a little too young for fried chicken, honey," Roxanne told her eldest daughter, "but it's nice of that you're thinking of your brother." A bowl of discolored mush was put in front of Chris instead. Chris couldn't help but frown and was rewarded with Bri giggling as she took a bite into a left over drumstick.

"So," Dad began once everyone- except Chris- had a piece of chicken on their plate, "what did you get at the library?"

"Drawing book." said Brianna curtly between mouthfuls. Dad nodded in a feigning interest sort of way.

"I got the next Warriors book," Sammy cut in.

"Oh?" said Dad.

"Yeah, it's about-" Sammy then went into a detailed chapter by chapter recap of not only the entire book thus far but also important plot points that were tie ins from previous books in the series." Clearly Sammy had yet to fully grasp the art of summarizing, especially to a room full of people that did not especially care about the damn book.

Chris, for his part, allowed Roxanne to spoon feed him the mush in between bites of her own leftover chicken. He had already learned the hard way that he didn't have much of a choice. Besides, it wasn't that bad. It was some kind of pureed and starchy vegetable based on the taste, but it still had more flavor than the pablum he'd been given this morning.

Roxanne was continually whispering things like "There's a good boy," and "good baby", and "just a couple more big boy bites." and other such nonsensical praises with each spoonful. Chris had never felt so accomplished with the simple act of eating a meal.

"Your chicken's gonna be warm again by the time you're finished, Sammy" Chris interjected between spoonfuls of baby food. Unsurprisingly, Sammy ignored his comment as gibberish as did the rest of the table.

Chris "harumphed" to himself as his witty remark went unnoticed and unheeded. Honestly, this day so far had been a real mixed bag. It felt very much like the kind of day he had expected to wake up to when he when he went to sleep: Breakfast, a little quality time with the siblings, and a pretty typical lunch, silent father included. Only now, he couldn't really participate in any of the conversations and goings on as much as observe them. It honestly kind of sucked.

A sudden and growing need to urinate reminded Chris that not everything was the same at the moment. With guilty anticipation he looked around the table before his aching bladder had let loose. It had been a mere few seconds but it felt as if he had been holding it forever. A quiet hiss filled Chris's ears as he released his stream into the already damp diaper. His nerve centers danced with pleasure as he felt the front of his crotch grow noticeably warmer and the sensation continued down into his backside.

He sighed and grinned to himself, noticing that no one had heard it, or at least cared. Then again, there were some fringe benefits to this scenario. His thumb slid up to his mouth and he began to suck on his thumb, loving just how little it made him feel. Roxanne noticed and put down the spoon for a moment so that she could eat her own lunch.

On one hand, he was in a high chair, wearing a wet diaper, eating spoon fed mush and sucking on his thumb. That was kind of weird. On the other hand, he was in a high chair, wearing a wet diaper, eating spoon fed mush and sucking on his thumb! That was all kinds of awesome! Funny how the same phrase could be viewed differently by two different parts of his psyche. It's almost as if he was both an adult AND a baby...oh wait. Yeah.

"Speaking of the library," Roxanne cut in when Sammy was finally done ranting about a book that only she read, "little Chris here seems to have learned a very bad thing from one of his sisters."

"Oh?" Dad said looking up from his plate.

The girls immediately started pointing fingers at each other, grimacing in fear and not saying anything.

"Girls," Roxanne cocked an eyebrow, "which one of you taught Chris that?"

"Taught Chris what?" Dad asked, since no one had come out and said anything yet. Chris took that as his cue.

PFHHHH!

Chris blew into his thumb like it was a balloon and popped his middle finger up into the air. He popped his thumb out of his mouth and pretended to tie it off before folding it back over his pointer finger. There was exactly three seconds of stunned silence before the girls and Roxanne all erupted into surprised, shocked, and hilarious laughter. The table shook as Sammy and Bri both beat it with their fists for emphasis. Only Dad didn't laugh. Soon no one was. Chris gulped a little, and he wasn't sure, but he think he might hae wet a little more.

"Well," he spoke as the laughter died down into dreadful silence. "So long as he doesn't make it a habit by pre-school, I think we can let it slide." Everyone let a sigh when Dad half-smiled and stood up from the table. Apparently lunch was over.

Dad walked out of the dining area toward the living room and sat in his favorite chair before turning on the TV. Roxanne cleared away dishes and took them over to the sink. Brianna walked up to the highchair and plopped a torn off piece of white meat with a little skin on Chris's tray. Roxanne was still busy rinsing dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. Sammy was sitting at the table still, but once again engrossed in her book.

"Funny baby get chicken." she growl-whispered in one of her chipmunk voices, before walking away.

Chris unhesitatingly popped the meat in his mouth and began chewing. After nothing but mush all day, this was a gourmet treat. His taste buds cheered as the flavor of fourteen original herbs and spices coated his tongue. Big sister or little sister, whichever, he loved Bri at that moment.

Roxanne returned with a larger than normal baby bottle, filled with apple juice. She wiped Chris's mouth with a bib and then handed him the bottle while she slid the tray away and unbuckled him from his high chair. Chris greedily gulped down the apple juice while she did so.

He continued downing the stuff while Roxanne picked him up, and he could really feel the wet diaper sagging between his thighs. Chris was not surprised when Roxanne walked him back into the nursery and laid him down on the changing table. He wasn't surprised when the strap came across his belly and his shorts came down.

He kept drinking from the bottle while his step-mother removed the sodden undergarment and started wiping him down. He was drinking from a bottle while getting his diaper changed. A new high or low, depending on how you thought of it.

Chris was mildly surprised and disappointed that he didn't wake up from this dream world as another new Pampers was brought up between his legs and taped in place. It would've been nice to end the dream on a high note, as it were. Chris was even more surprised when Roxanne didn't put his shorts back on.

Instead she picked him up and brought him over to the crib he had woken up this morning. "Nap time," she whispered as she laid him down. She reached over and handed him his old teddy bear, Wubby. She yawned, and said "Mommy needs a nap too." Chris yawned back, yawns being contagious and all. Chris felt very tired suddenly. Maybe it was all the stress of this dream, or whatever it was. Maybe he had a baby's sleeping habits to go with the lack of bladder control, muscle strength, and inability to read. Maybe he was just tired.

Regardless the reason, Chris felt a great sense of peace enter him as he closed his eyes and cuddled his teddy close and fell asleep.

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1. OMG. CS Fox? THE CS Fox? YOU DO EXIST! I feel like I have awoken one of the OLD ONES from their slumber in the ancient city of Ryleh and now the Eye of Sauron is staring down at me from the peaks of Mordor. (Sorry, FTT was the first AB/DL site that I found and visited with any regularity.) Thought I got all the geekouts out of my system the first tme around with Dante's Infanzia. Apparently I was wrong.

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